My nine
is your noon;
I'm just packing now―
your winter,
my june.
wish i could pack you.
Lullabies,Lang Leav
Go Away He'll be gone Tomorrow,or someday― Love will be faded Sooner,or Later; But i won't More
My nine
is your noon;
I'm just packing now―
your winter,
my june.
wish i could pack you.
Lullabies,Lang Leav